“I sold my soul for the second time, ’cause the man, he don’t pay me.”
– Oasis, The Importance of Being Idle
What a week it’s been.
Last week was my final one at a job I held for years. I didn’t have something new lined up. That wasn’t the plan—I had hoped for a slower transition, a gentler exit. But life, as it often does, nudged me in a different direction.
It was time.
Time to make space for new beginnings and fresh opportunities. Time to let go of a role that was draining more than it gave. I’d started to feel like I was going backward, like I had to fight every day just to meet the standards I hold for myself.
So, this past week, I’ve been walking barefoot on the beach. Stretching out my body—and my mind. I’ve watched sunsets that took my breath away. I’ve felt a kind of peace I hadn’t known in months. I actually stopped to smell the flowers. They smelled like coconut.
It’s a strange feeling, this stillness. The world feels like it’s spinning faster every day, with everyone chasing something: jobs, raises, deadlines, trains. And here I am… idling.
But maybe that’s where the fundamental shifts begin.
There’s power in pausing. In doing nothing but being. Sitting in a comfy chair, watching the world move around you without needing to chase it. That’s where clarity creeps in. That’s where energy returns.
I don’t know what’s next for me. But I do know this: I’m moving forward on my own terms.
I’ll stand—or fall—on the strength of my own work, not someone else’s opinion of it. I’ll build something I’m proud of. And I’ll stay true to who I am in the process.
Here’s to idling. And to everything that grows from it.
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